Allergies

I think I must be allergic to getting up. At least, getting up early. The plan was so clear in the evening. I even wrote it down. but morning comes and nothing seems exciting anymore. The story - that story, you know - the good one - just doesn't want to come to mind anymore.
It was a good one, I tell you. And I was so sure about all the things I was going to get done today. But morning is here and it doesn't seem possible anymore. How could it all get done? Is it going to be hot again? Or is it going to be too cold? Oh, and all these things that need to be taken care off right away are jumping up and screaming!
Down, boy, down. There is tomorrow, you know.
What?
What happened to all your plans?
What happened to by Wednesday, I am surely done with that pile of stuff and now, it is Tuesday and the pile is still large - not so big anymore, but I am the only one who can see that things have been moving forward. Who am I kidding? Yes, things have moved forwardd=, but where did that new pile of chores come from?
I am allergic to chores.
I am allergic to must-dos... And you know, being told what to do.
Every two year old is allergic to being told what to do
Nooooooo
They scream with gusto and everyone can hear them.
Then, parent set out to either break their will and give future therapists a steady income, or figure out how to guide their kids to want to do the things that must be done without breaking out into anxiety, stress, and maybe itchy bodies since now we know that stress causes all kinds of skin disorders.
My itchy skin is from mosquito bites - but that is another story 😂